“A house is not a home unless it contains food and fire for the mind and well as the body.”
- Benjamin Franklin
Kelly looked out the window. As she peered outside, one of the brothers was hit by a rival gang’s car and his brother ran away, leaving him to die under a street lamp. The traumatized, but unhurt photographer escaped into the shadows.
“I am not leaving you,” Kelly said “don’t you understand that I am doing this to protect you? Everything I do is to keep both of you safe. Some gratitude would be nice Mal.”
“Have I ever complained about all this violence you bring into our lives?”
“You think that I wanted this life?” Kelly asked “my parents did not have much, but they had a stable life and they could have given me a good education. Not that it mattered, but the point is that I could not even get that much to give to my baby. I had to do it.”
“You give him love and that is enough,” Mallory said. “Yes, it is nice that we finally have the money to pay off all our debts and move to a better life, but you can stop now. You don’t owe Croft anything else.”
“We owe Croft everything,” Kelly said. “She got me work after the government punished me for being poor.”
“She turned that big brain into a criminal one,” Mallory said. “How do you think I feel about all this? I am here in this chair and you could go to prison again or worse.”
“Debtor prison was the third best thing that ever happened to me.” Kelly said “that place is where I learned everything that they did not teach me in school.”
“You could die in prison,” Mallory whispered as he took Kelly’s hand.
“You think I don’t know that,” Kelly asked, putting down her gun. “I love you and I love our baby. I just want to spend every second that I have with you guys, but that wasn’t the life I was given. I am just making the most of it by keeping the men I love safe.”
“I should be the one protecting you.” Mallory said “it’s the helplessness that gets me sometimes. I am torn up by the fact that I cannot cure cancer or be there when you are in danger. I feel like a bad husband because I can’t be there when you need me.”
“You are always with me,” Kelly whispered as she tilted Mallory’ chin so his watery eyes looked up into her stoic ones. They kissed. Their mouths found a small paradise in the kitchen as outside flames blazed and the streets where coated with blood.
When Mallory pulled her in, Kelly was always left breathless and dazed as she kissed him back with equal passion. The cell phone Mallory was holding slipped from his hand and fell asleep. The tiny event plunged them into darkness that was now lit only by the light of the bonfire outside the window.
“I couldn’t sleep.” A child’s voice announced.
Disclaimer: This is an original story that is not based on any real people or events. It is a work of fiction that is purely for your entertainment.